I always loved her. She was always so wonderfully clever; she stood out in any room. And she always seemed honestly unaware of it.
Few people see beauty when they look at her; I suppose it's hard, seeing past the brains. Under the tense academia, she is delicately shaped and soft to the touch. Her creamy skin flows like honey over mine. It's beautiful to see her at a loss for words.
She has a tough shell. Underneath it, though, is an emotional landscape as vibrant as her eyes. She tries to hide it, but she's more transparent than she admits.
